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[IMPORTANT Have you ever stopped to wonder what sort of a weirdo you are? There's so many different and wonderful kinds of weirdos out there! Do you stop to smell the roses, or do you smell and then steal a little stroke? Or do you go the extra mile and smell, stroke, and then pee on them (This does not reflect my own views regarding peeing on roses) Do you make funny noises and obsenely beautiful faces in your precious private time, or do you have the consideration to do it in public. There is a silly SQUIRMY WORM who lives right below your belly, and if you have the courage to [let] that playful silly squirmy worm out of its cage, WONDERFUL things may happen.
Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible if your worm leads you to paradise and helps to set the other caged worms free or if your worm starts a militant group and calls it the squirmy wormies.
P.S. Sometimes if your worm is not allowed out to play, and is not allowed to feed on the Freedomy of experience, he may get hungry and start eatin away your gut, and it hurts, but he means no harm, just like you.]
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